Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.